185. Torture

Huge skeletons stand silently across the vast square. It is neat and tidy, as if a real dragon is looking down on the world, and its posture is natural, tall and holy, as if it were alive. The white skeleton has not changed color due to millions of years, but has become more crystal clear.

She seemed to see a real mythical beast millions of years ago, lying on this square, quietly looking at the humans below. Its posture is leisurely, worshiped by human beings, and its every move is full of the sacred majesty of the divine beast. To this day, the momentum is still overwhelming.

Mo Tiange slowly approached, looking up at the skeleton of this ancient divine dragon.

The momentum is still there, and the aura is still there. Holy and vast, the same as the dragon's breath outside, but more intense, making her barely breathable.

But why, Ren and Feng became like that? Such a dragon's breath should not cause the effect of entering the demon. But except for the enchantment. How do you explain the appearance of Ren and Feng? Don't...... Did he use the wrong method?

Before he could come up with a reason, Mo Tiange was already keenly aware that there was a ...... outside The evil qi was approaching, and under the pressure of this divine dragon's breath, she couldn't spread her divine sense, but this evil qi didn't need to be sensed by the divine sense at all, and it was transmitted very clearly.

As soon as she noticed it, she immediately pressed her eyebrows, activated the Void Heaven Realm, and hid in.

If you don't think about this evil spirit, it must be Ren and Feng.

Sure enough, not long after, a person flew in at the entrance, it was Ren Youfeng, he was holding two people in his hands, one was Qiu Zhiming, and the other was Xiahou Yuan.

Seeing this scene, Mo Tiange's heart was relieved. Without Jiang Shanghang, maybe he really escaped.

Ren and Feng outside the Void Heaven grabbed these two people, threw them to the ground, and snorted coldly: "Want to run? Hum! ”

He fell very hard, Qiu Zhiming and Xiahou Yuan were suddenly used to the ground, and both of them screamed. Looking at this momentum, Mo Tiange guessed that Ren Youfeng at least had the cultivation of the Dan period.

Mo Tiange frowned and looked at the scene outside.

"Senior Brother Ren!" That Xiahou Yuan got up, saw Ren Youfeng's murderous face, and begged first. "Senior Brother Ren, we are from the same family, and my master and Uncle Fu have a good relationship, you just look at our relationship in the past, let me go!"

Ren Youfeng's dark face stared at her, but there was a contemptuous smile on his face: "Let you go?" Xiahou Yuan, have you forgotten how you used to laugh at me? You relied on the fact that your Xiahou family had some status in the Zhengfa Sect, and secretly laughed at me in front of Ai Xian for being hopeless in advancing to the rank of age. Don't you remember? I remember it clearly! ”

"You ......" Xiahou Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then panicked, "You...... Heard ......"

Ren Youfeng is also a monk in the late stage of foundation building, and his identity is still higher than himself on the surface, Xiahou Yuan will definitely not say such things to his face, at this time, he was stunned, he didn't expect that the gossip he said with his sister would be listened to by the victim, and he would have to settle the account.

Ren and Feng smiled fiercely, his originally white face was shrouded in black gas, and his smile became more and more terrifying: "You were a member of the Xiahou family before, I can't do anything about you, this kind of qi can only be swallowed." But now! With one hand, a cloud of black gas appeared in the palm of his hand, and in Xiahou Yuan's frightened gaze, the black was thrown out lightly.

It's such a light and fluttering feeling that there is no force at all, as soon as Xiahou Yuan comes into contact with these black gases, he suddenly screams "Ah-" miserably, and his screams are so miserable that today's Mo Tiange can't help but tremble.

Xiahou Yuan was completely surrounded by black gas, and in the black gas, there was a continuous scream, and the pain and misery conveyed made people feel unbearable to listen to. At the same time, Xiahou Yuan seemed to be unable to hold back the pain and began to roll on the ground.

This is the sea under the water, she has a layer of waterproof enchantment because she has eaten bubble fruit, and at this time she is surrounded by black gas, and the enchantment is slowly disappearing. Mo Tiange saw that she had lost her enchantment, and her whole person was trapped in the seawater, her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were soaked with seawater, and only a little skin that came out was covered by black gas, and her face was in unbearable pain.

Mo Tiange frowned slightly. What kind of cruel thing is it that a monk has a greater endurance for pain than a mortal, and that he will never look so painful? What is the mystery of this black gas, why can a monk be so painful?

Seeing Xiahou Yuan's painful expression, Qiu Zhiming was already stunned, and this Ren and Feng actually showed a happy look and enjoyed the aftertaste.

Xiahou Yuan gritted his teeth and endured. To scream, and then scream, the waterproof barrier disappeared, and he couldn't even scream, his ears and nose were blocked by the seawater, his face suddenly turned purple, and he unconsciously grabbed his neck and struggled in pain.

After a long time, I probably felt that I had appreciated enough, Ren Youfeng gently retracted the black qi again, smiled and looked at her with pity: "You say, why are you doing this?" If I had said less, I wouldn't be like this today......"

Without the cover of black gas, Xiahou Yuan came out. She has no waterproof barrier, and her whole person is soaked in water, although she will not drown, but in the case of injury, the injury will only be worse. This Xiahou Yuan must be a family lady, she has never suffered at all, and she has been tossed so much, she is already half dead.

Mo Tiange looked at this scene with a frown. Ren Youfeng is so cruel and pathologically pursues the pleasure of torturing others. She was almost certain that the two men would not survive. Although she hid in the Void Heaven Realm, she would not let Ren and Feng find out, but what if he absorbed this so-called divine dragon's breath and possessed an ability that she didn't understand? With Ren and Feng's performance at this time, she will definitely not have a good time.

It's just that what's going on with Ren and the wind? With his cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, and he was also a disciple of the Jiedan monk, even Jiang Shanghang was very satisfied with the treatment of the Zhengfa Sect, why did he have such resentment?

After tossing Xiahou Yuan, Ren Youfeng turned to Qiu Zhiming again. He looked back and forth on Qiu Zhiming with an expressionless face, Qiu Zhiming's face turned white and red, red and white.

Based on what I just saw. This Qiu Zhiming has a violent temper, and he is also a little upright, and he is willing to run with the injured Yu Xiaoran, even if it will slow down his speed, and he hates Ren Youfeng's behavior so much. But what exactly would he do, Mo Tiange really couldn't guess.

Ren Youfeng suddenly moved and approached Qiu Zhiming step by step, his steps were very slow, but they were very intimidating, and even more frightening because of their slowness. He seemed to enjoy the frightening feeling, step by step, deliberately steady.

Qiu Zhiming became more and more frightened, his face became more and more pale, his eyes trembled, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, Mo Tiange noticed that his breathing was no longer smooth, and his nose was opening and closing rapidly and weakly.

Just when Ren Youfeng was about to walk up to him, he suddenly weakened his knees, knelt down, and then his face wrinkled, tears and snot all came down, and he trembled and said: "Senior Brother Ren, Senior Brother Ren, I'm not sorry for you, spare me......"

Ren Youfeng stood still and looked at him condescendingly.

He didn't speak, just looked coldly, watching Qiu Zhiming, who had an arrogant and violent temper, cry in front of him so much that his whole face was confused, and he couldn't even breathe.

It's easy to be arrogant, there is no threat of xìng's life, of course, you can make a haughty posture and put yourself in a pure and clean position, but before xìng's life, this arrogance is also very easy to let go, and there is almost no need to brew. Naturally, he lowered his proud head and knelt down on his straight knees.

Mo Tiange sighed softly. She knew that this was actually no wonder Qiu Zhiming, he was willing to run away with the injured Yu Xiaoran, which already showed that this person's heart was not bad, but before he died, who could not hesitate to harden his bones? Mo Tiange thought that he also had to figure out the situation before he could make a choice.

For those who cultivate immortals, xìng's life is too important. What is the purpose of cultivating immortals? Of course, it is immortality, since it is immortality, then xìng life is the first, and no amount of affection, interests, or even dignity can compete with it for the position of "most important".

Ren and Feng seemed satisfied, he grinned softly, and let out a smile that seemed to mock nòng as if he was happy, and then his gaze turned cold.

"Qiu Zhiming, you are good at everything, but you think too highly of yourself, you really haven't offended me, so I won't torture you."

Hearing his words, Qiu Zhiming relaxed suddenly, and said again and again: "Thank you, Senior Brother Ren, thank you, Senior Brother Ren!" ”

"Don't rejoice too soon." Ren Youfeng looked at him again, with Sen Han, "I just want to say that I can make you die a happy death!" ”

Qiu Zhiming's face froze.

Seeing Qiu Zhiming's expression at the moment, Ren Youfeng finally couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, you and I are both mortals with no background, I won't torture you, I will make you feel the pain of death." ”

Qiu Zhiming's eyes finally moved, his eyes widened, his mouth tightened, and his eyebrows opened angrily. As if he knew that he couldn't escape in the end, he was furious, he stood up and pointed at Ren Youfeng: "Senior Brother Ren, you-"

"How am I?" Ren Youfeng stopped laughing and looked at him contemptuously, "Kneel down, do you still want to teach me a lesson?" ”

Qiu Zhiming's face turned purple, he paused for a moment, and shouted angrily: "Senior Brother Ren, you are obviously in the late stage of foundation building, and you are expected to form a pill, why do you want to do this?" The highest person among us is you, is it because of a few gossips from Senior Sister Xiahou? ”

"Gossip?" Ren Youfeng had a mocking expression on his face, and finally his face suddenly turned hideous, "I've had enough of gossip!" What do you think I have given and what have I gained? Since I entered the Dharma Sect, I have worked hard to cultivate, trying to be good with others, my qualifications are not high, but I dare to say that I am more diligent than all my disciples! ”

He began to breathe rapidly, and walked up and down in front of Qiu Zhiming, his face full of indignation: "I entered the Zhengfa Sect at the age of ten, cultivated diligently every day and night, and finally succeeded in building a foundation at the age of forty. I thought that after building the foundation and having the elders willing to accept me as a disciple, I would have a bright future in the future, and no one would dare to look up to me again. But what, but what? His voice grew louder and louder, "They didn't say anything on the surface, but as I got older, no one looked up to me!" They said that I had ordinary qualifications, and I would definitely not get married! Even though I advanced to the middle stage and rushed to the late stage, they still believe in it! In the later stage, my cultivation finally stagnated, so they were proud and satisfied, and they were extremely proud to see that my cultivation every day and night had no results! In the end, even my most respected master gave up on me! ”

After saying this, Ren Youfeng's voice fell, but there was a hopeless sadness: "I'm not young anymore, I'm already three hundred years old, and if I don't get married, I won't have a chance!" ”